spring

He ceaseless works alone, and yet alone
Seems not to work; with such perfection framed
Is this complex, stupendous scheme of things.
But, though concealed, to every purer eye
The informing Author in his works appears:

Chief, lovely Spring, in thee and thy soft scenes
The smiling God is seen- while water, earth,
And air attests his bounty, which exalts
The brute-creation to this finer thought,
And annual melts their undesigning hearts
Profusely thus in tenderness and joy.

From Spring by James Thomson (1700-1748)

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